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Smoke
He handed me a cigarette in that cave of foliage, the same woods we played in some ten years earlier. He wasn’t saying much between puffs and staring off which was easier than catching up on the forever since I … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged friendship, gravity, guilt, nostalgia, poem, poem of the day, poetry, smoke
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